"No kidding," she said as she spat blood. "Turns out this place isn't so keen on the comprehensive dental plans."

She drew back up to her mostly-inconsequential height. And she rolled her shoulders. She was done with playing the fun angle -- the man hit too hard to indulge him for too long. Buffy still wondered who he was -- why he was here, if he had his own way back, and what the hell sort of bump-in-the-night he seemed to be. But interrogations would have to wait until her Lord Husband was in less dire circumstances.

Buffy grabbed for the man's collar and hoped to drag him down to her level -- just far enough to drive her knee into his gut.